Farewell Poem by Ben Littlechild

Farewell my son,
I waved you goodbye
with a smile and joy in your heart.
Off to fight with brothers marching strong and true.
Little did we know what you'd all go through.

Farewell my husband,
no longer will I see your face
on fields of Flanders
you vanished without a trace.
Now to sleep under green dander.

Farewell my brother
You will do our father proud,
little did we know in a year you'd be wearing a mud shroud.

So Farewell young man, your name will not be forgotten
Your generations lost, live on in the marble and memory
They fought for you and for me.